I'm Pregnant with the Villain's Child

Chapter 88 – The new wedding dress and accessories (1)

Faced with Mrs. Lu’s sharp questioning, Mother Ye remained silent.

Mother Ye understood Mrs. Lu’s reasoning, but whenever she saw Ye Zhen, there was a visceral reminder that she almost died giving birth to Ye Zhen.

“However, I believe that Zhenzhen won’t be treated unfairly in the future. I can see that Beichuan truly loves Zhenzhen. He won’t let her suffer the slightest grievance.”

The guests were still discussing what was going on. Someone got onto the stage. Holding a microphone, the speaker smiled at everyone and said, “Sorry to keep everyone waiting. Mr. Lu asked me to pass on his apology and to inform everyone that he’s on his way back. The wedding will resume in two hours!”

When everyone heard this news, no one got up to leave, but plenty of people started to secretly speculate.

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Sitting in the head seat, Old Master Lu scowled. It was obvious from his angry expression that he was displeased with Lu Beichuan’s behavior. He looked at Mrs. Lu and asked, “What’s going on? Explain your son’s actions!”

And so, Mrs. Lu told her father-in-law the details of Ye Zhen taking her older sister’s place in marrying into the Lu family.

Although Old Master Lu was angry that Lu Beichuan had secretly seized control of the Lu family, he hadn’t become muddle-headed in his old age. Right now, Lu Beichuan was the only one that could take charge of the family. Sooner or later, he would have handed the responsibility of managing the family to his grandson.

“So, what you’re saying is that it was Ye Zhen who took care of Beichuan?””

Mrs. Lu nodded.

Old Master Lu thought it over before saying, “It’s good that Beichuan is someone that understands gratitude.”

Mother Ye panicked after hearing these words. Now that Old Master Lu had accepted Ye Zhen’s marriage with his grandson, what would happen to her Qingqing?

“Old Master Lu, that’s not right. You were the one that named Ye Qing to be Beichuan’s wife back then. How can your grandson toss the older sister to the side and marry the younger sister? How can our family show our face in public in the future if you do this?”

Mrs. Lu’s face became thoroughly grim as she said, “Our Lu family doesn’t believe in reaping what one hasn’t sowed. An idle person shouldn’t enjoy the fruits of another person’s labor.”

After hearing about this messy situation, Old Master Lu took a deep breath and stood up. “I already heard enough to understand the situation.”

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In the dressing room, Ye Qing was beautifully crying in a blustering manner. She had pushed off all of the cosmetics on the dressing table to the floor. The bottles laid on the ground, scattered and smashed. She rested her face on her arms, which were on the dressing table, while she bitterly wept.

Seeing Ye Qing like this, the makeup artist on the side didn’t dare to persuade her. The makeup artist dawdled in the room. She couldn’t leave, but she didn’t want to stay here either.

Fortunately, Father Ye rushed into the dressing room, and the wedding professionals were allowed to leave.

Father Ye heard Ye Qing’s cries and saw her trembling figure from the back. He couldn’t bear to see his daughter like this. “Qingqing, don’t cry.”

Once Ye Qing heard Father Ye’s voice, she sat up straight and turned to look at him. Her eyes were red, and tears were still falling from her eyes. She was crying so aggrievedly that anyone that saw her would feel pity for her.

“Dad, I... how will I show my face in public?”

If the groom came from an ordinary family, Father Ye would have definitely immediately punched Lu Beichuan in the face for his rotten behavior. But, the groom was from the Lu family. Even if there were rumors flying around about the Lu family, the other side was still the Lu family.

A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Even if the Lu family was in a bad condition, it’s still in a much stronger position than the Ye family, who were only nouveau riche.

So, how could he dare to offend the Lu family?